The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 1101

"I won't force you." Huo Yuan held her face and wiped the tears from her face, "Okay, don't cry, let's go back."

Jiang Xin nodded, she stood up from the ground.

When the two walked out of the cemetery, Jiang Yi saw her red eye sockets at a glance, but on a day like this, he didn't think there was anything unusual about it.

"Where are you going?"

Huo Yuan glanced at Jiang Xin, "Where do you want to go?"

Jiang Xin raised her head and saw that both of them were staring at her. She hesitated for a moment, "I... I can do it."

Huo Yuan said: "The tomb has been swept, then go back."

He spoke, but Jiang Yi said nothing, and Jiang Xin nodded in agreement.

After getting in the car, he sent Jiang Yi downstairs first, and then went back to Huo's house.

Jiang Yi stood where he was, watched the car disappear from sight, turned around and entered the community to go upstairs.

When he got home, he opened the door and saw Buckwheat squatting on the ground biting the end of his pen. If a talented person suddenly loves to learn, the people around him will be shocked by his achievements.

If a person without talent suddenly becomes passionate about learning, it will only annoy those around him.

Because, no matter how you study, you can't learn well.

It’s fine if you can’t learn well, and you still refuse to give up, which makes it hard for people around you to give up, so you can only follow along and try your best to help.

When Qiaomai saw him coming back, her eyes lit up instantly. She ran over with her book in her arms, and sat down in front of Jiang Yi, "Mr. Jiang, you are back."

Hearing this address, Jiang Yi's eyelids twitched, "What do you call me?"

"Teacher, you have taught me for so long, I should call you teacher, so that you will teach me more attentively."

Qiaomai looked at him with a smile. If she hadn't seen her lift the sofa with one hand that day, Jiang Yi would have thought she was cute.

He glanced at the book in Buckwheat's hand, "Why not?"

Buckwheat hurriedly handed him the book, and said confidently, "None."

Jiang Yi: "..."

He took the book and looked at it, The Encyclopedia of Spoken English, the corner of his mouth twitched, "How many words have you memorized?"

"Uh, a dozen or so."

"You started running before you even learned how to crawl?" Jiang Yi took the book, walked to the sofa, threw it on the coffee table, and found an introductory English book from a pile of books. .”

After Qiaomai knew that Jiang Yi was studying English education, Qiaomai now reads English books every day and has no interest in other subjects.

She scratched her head, took the book, and sat down on the floor again.

"What are you doing sitting on the ground?"

"It's comfortable to sit on the floor."

Jiang Yi was silent for a while, not planning to care about her anymore.

I don't know if it was because of his change of heart, or because of Qiaomai's call to the teacher, but when Qiaomai asked him questions, he was surprisingly a little more patient.

Qiaomai was sitting at his feet reading a book, uttering two blunt words from time to time, Jiang Yi leaned on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

When old man Qiao came back, he saw this scene, which was weird and warm.

He coughed.

Both of them recovered from their own worlds, Qiaomai slapped his head, "Grandpa is back, I haven't cooked yet!"

She threw the book on the table and ran to the kitchen.

The old man Qiao came to Jiang Yi's side and looked at him with a smile. His eyes seemed to be looking at something good, which made Jiang Yi's heart tingle.